Text At Lunch Time

rushing bytes that nip and nick demands of time to check and tick a phone that rings and message that brings a call me ... urgently a pad to hold and touch and take do other things to type and calls to make To stop and smell a rose or flower that brings Its own winter pine – never To stand and gaze at wonder at the sky – never ever Or smile to passerbys and recount a passage or tale of the day Never – there is no time My mind is gone to bytes My battery died today I froze and stood in the way of rushing bytes By others that did not stop Or stare or smile They tapped and typed With coffee and wiped away the frothy Mouth that never spoke a single word My Mind calm – its track stopped, Was there panic – where to go and who text Where’s my emails and the rest of giffs and jaffs Of pgns and paffs of coms and co’s Oh give it up and sit and watch the world go by Smile, breath, think.